i miss everything that we almost had,
what we almost were.
i keep running it over and over in my mind,
all the should have,
would have,
could have's.
i often think back to the moments when
i should have made a move,
and i would have if i didn't screw it up,
i could have saved us from this sinking ship.
a vessel that was once deemed the most unsinkable of its kind.
but here i float, stranded in the middle of the ocean and i gave you all of the life jackets.
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The Rose and Her Thorns
Poetrya collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6...
